Brandon, my new much older boyfriend, was everything a woman could want in a man. He was easy to talk to and had a sense of humor that I could count on to make me smile, even at my worst. Brandon understood my erratic schedule and supported my schooling and even offered to pick up some of the financial ends, but I always politely declined. I was independent and I was going to stay that way. Though I appreciated his offer, I did not want to become dependent on a man, especially if one day anything was to happen and I would have to pay for it with regret. Not taking a blow to his ego, Brandon understood and reminded me that the offer would always be on the table. I won’t lie, it was tempting.
We were nearing a month of dating and we still hadn’t had sex. I was the one who was waiting for his next move, and for Brandon, it seemed like it was more of a religious obstacle than working up the nerve. I fully accepted Brandon’s faith, but it never once struck me how passionate he was about it. Not that it was a problem for me at the time.
Brandon’s faith was heartening and seeing all that he had been through and for him to give his life over was a real eye-opener. But never once did I ever think that he would expect for me to do the same. And he didn’t until several months more into our relationship. But at one month into it, I was ready to test out the goods—if Brandon’s lips and hands were any indication on how he would be in bed, then I was desperately curious.
It wasn’t until one night, during one of our nightly conversations, that I started talking dirty to Brandon. To my delight, he responded in the same way and right when it got to the point that we could no longer hold back, I invited him to my place for the night. Eager to continue where the conversation was going, Brandon immediately jumped in the shower and drove over to my place.
Since we live about 30 minutes away from each other, I didn’t usually invite him over, because of our work schedules. This night, however, it was inevitable and that was exactly what I kept telling myself during the longest half hour of my life. The more nervous I got, the closer I came to changing my mind. I took a nice shower, which I figured would calm me. And before I knew it, my phone chimed. “I’m here,” read the message. My heart beat sped again. This was it. No turning back from here.
I met Brandon at my door and he looked as sexy and handsome as I was picturing him when I was on the phone. Since I hadn’t really invited him over to my place before, I gave him a quick tour of my townhouse. Knowing that we were both stalling a little, I hesitated, but finally invited him up into my room…